The Whisper of Fingertip
by  Lewis Humphries


As one beneath the spill of moonlight,
their essence braced against the cold,
as slithered, silver seepings
illume the twilight’s mould;
and hue the pale
of winters drift,
a deeper
shade of
old.
No
words are
spoken in
the moment, no
trace of sound is made;
Instead, his muse slow creeps,
by whisper of fingertips,
each hushed stroke a faithless promise,
a temperate touch to coax her sin.
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About Lewis Humphries:
Lewis Humphries, is a 26 year old who lives in Birmingham, UK.
Lewis is married to Laura and have been writing for 2 years in his
spare time. Lewis has publishing credits with Twisted Tongue
magazine, Tales from the Moonlit Path, Four Volts and particular.
He enjoys writing poetry and short fiction and have 6 poems
currently published in an anthology (The Writing's on the Wall)
currently available through www.lulu.com at  
www.lulu.com/content/734148
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